In the quiet hum of midnight’s hour,
Numbers dance like petals in a shower.
Debits, credits, a rhythmic beat,
An accountant’s world, so precise, so neat.

Balancing sheets, a delicate art,
Each transaction plays its part.
Through ledgers old and software new,
The truth in numbers, always true.

Beneath the surface of balance due,
Lies a story, hidden from view.
Each figure whispers, each sum sings,
The tale of commerce, of countless things.

With patience, skill, and steady hand,
They chart the course of finance’s land.
Architects of fiscal fate,
Guardians of every rate.